En Brazos De Un Asesino Novels & Stories

Alizza saw his face distorted by pain and anger, and she attempted to run away. "You're not going anywhere," Bruno grabbed her arm and without thinking, he struck her in the face. Then, he grabbed her by the throat and began to apply pressure with his hands. "I wanted her to die right there. If her baby couldn't live, she had no right to live either." "Brother, don't get involved. Let her go," Dante tried to intervene, but Bruno seemed not to hear him. Alizza looked at him in terror, as the air stopped reaching her lungs. She believed that this was the end.

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.

I cringe, trying to pull away from him. “Get your filthy hands off of her, stronzo!” Vincenzo yells as he tries to yank his arms free from the shackles on his wrists and ankles. I flinch seeing his skin burning from the silver. “You mean, I shouldn’t touch her like this?” Bram proceeds to squeeze my breasts roughly, making me cry and moan at the same time as a wave of heat crashes through me. “Or like this?” He keeps one hand on my breast, and the other slides down to the hem of my slip. He starts pulling it up, revealing my panties, and then cups my heat with his hand.

A silver needle caught the overhead light, a thin, lethal sliver aimed at the base of her throat. "Vanessa said the bitch is a freak. A heartbeat isn't enough to call it. Put the silver in her brain." The killer leaned in. His breath stunk of cheap cigarettes and rot. Madison's eyes snapped open. The silver light in her pupils turned the room into a blur of motion. She surged up, her hand clamping onto the lead assassin's throat. Cartilage groaned. The sound of his windpipe collapsing under her grip echoed off the tile walls like a dry branch snapping.

The killer gasped and carelessly stabbed his remaining poisoned dagger toward Zachery's arm. ​Zachery caught the assassin's wrist in midair and squeezed his calloused hand tightly around the joint. A loud crack echoed through the office. The assassin let out a muffled shriek of agony as Zachery snapped his arm completely in half. The poisoned dagger clattered uselessly onto the floor. ​Bettoni squeezed her eyes shut. The brutal sound of breaking bone made her stomach turn violently. This was the same man who just tasted her skin with such dominant care. He was a literal butcher. He slaughtered his enemies without a single ounce of hesitation.

In New York, Marcus had my right fingers broken. Vivian had a hole torn through my left palm. That was when I truly realized I was far, far away from New York. I didn’t dare raise my hands. I didn’t want Alessio Carbone or his men to see weakness. For a moment, the silence was suffocating. As if he noticed nothing, Alessio Carbone reached out and caught the gun. The next second, he took my wrist and placed it back into my hand. His fingers brushed my palm.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

Mayari traced the surface of the silver emblem as it glinted upon the soft yellow shade of the gentle fire of the candle. "Yes, that is the emblem of the Royal Branch Family of Arscelor." Evan confirmed. "Which means, your uncle, Duke Fernando Arscelor, is the culprit." Jim stated. "Since he is the only branch family the Arscelors got... along with his family, of course." "We can not be certain." Evan contradict. "This could be a set up."

The attacker’s grip loosened on Alessio, taking advantage of his weakness, Alessio gripped the attacker’s throat, squeezing tightly and marching forward to smash his body against the wall with a loud thud. Alessio had completely overpowered the assassin. I took quick breaths of thankfulness as Alessio’s fist shot out to hit the man on the throat to make him unconscious. But that one attack fell lighter than I had expected. It was like his hand had suddenly stopped working and his arm fell loose from his body. My suspicion was confirmed when suddenly Alessio’s grip loosened on that man’s throat. His hands dropped down as he clutched his own chest tightly, his eyes flashing blue but his body g